It's just one of those days...

...where you just want to get away.

I want to sell everything I have, bar a few essentials, and use it to buy a plane ticket to somewhere. Somewhere I've ever been, somewhere I've never even heard of. I want to pack uni and work in, stick up a middle finger to assessments and evaluations that mean, in the big world, fuck all.

Of course, I'd let the few people that matter know what I'm doing. But not to contact me, not even tell them where I'll be or when I'll be back. I'd tell them I'd be okay and say I'd call when I do come back at some point.

I'd get on that plane and just go. I want to watch the clouds, the sea, the people below me and wonder what's coming up next. When I land, my feet will touch foreign soil, my lungs will take in unfamiliar air. New sights, sounds, smells and touches will overload and take my senses hostage. I'll let it; and revel in it.

I want to be somewhere new. I want to be someone new.